I remember when my son and his nine month younger nephew were about that age and they were playing with a caterpillar puzzle on the family room floor. Each piece was a letter of the alphabet. My son, the older one, had as much chance of stringing those letters together successfully as a monkey would have writing the great American novel. HIs nephew, the younger one, put it together with no problem. Backwards. It was one of our first clues of the lifetime of challenges he would face lost in autism. His violence now necessitates a group home setting. Where the underpaid and under trained attendants don't realize they are triggering his behavior. Angel, I read what you share about your daughters with great empathy and send love to you for what you are. A great Mom. You are an Angel.

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